Outlaw_Ch1

**Sexual situations, violent and gruesome acts*

Ch. 1

 

July 23, Monday, 3019

Space Dock Alpha, Contillius, Planet Rion

 

      Jack slowly but painfully stood stretch towards the sky in an effort to ease his muscles into relaxation. When his single eye opened a small black dot fell out of the Nash Mountains unnoticed and speed across fields more than a hundred leagues away. He looked down at the earth, at just under twelve feet away, to admire the newly planted crops on his own land. An old man drove by on a simple hover cart pulled by a Mangalu. Like the good man he was, Jack waved to the old man just as thunder sounded across the land. Ignoring it he bent to pick up his tools, but the sound was getting closer…closer…closer…then with a sudden and powerful gust Jack was thrown back by the pressure of a bulky sky-bike flying too low and too fast. Jack quickly memorized the color scheme and vowed he would take revenge on the owner as he took in toll the amount of never ending destroyed, upturned fields of crops.

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The sky-bike lowered onto the street, unconcered about bystandards and traffic, outside of a medium sized but well used tavern. The tavern was just on the edge of the ‘Rich’ zone and the Docks. Both of which offered business if any was to be had this time of year. The populace around the Hog’s Mead gave the three men stepping out of the bike a wide birth and suspicious stares. But when the men looked back mothers walked faster holding onto their children for dear life, men faltered in their steps as they fought to escape their patronizing gaze.

      The inside showed more wealth than the outside hinted at. The tables were covered in silk. Colors ranging from gold to blue to red, shining like the scales of the mythic dragon. Noise was abundant in the large room for it was full to near bursting with patrons with mirth. Everyone went silent and stopped drinking for there was no more atmosphere to drink to when the three stepped in letting their presence be smelt and seen. All but one man set their drinks down and tried to keep emotion off the faces they so honestly wanted to keep. This one man wore a blood red shirt with a beer in his hand; on the seat next to him was a long black over coat and a bounty hunter’s hat. The three men walked up to the young one.

      “The names Pasty Phil and I oh so happen to be thirsty…” The small fat man, obviously the leader, tried to strike up a conversation. “…and you, mister nameless, will by me a couple dozen rounds…” The man in red sat quietly and continued to drink unhindered. The small fat man looked to one of the two thugs with him, both bigger and dumber than himself. “Johnny, tell him what I need. Jimmy, help him understand.” The first moved closer to the man in red.

      “The bosssss wantssss hissss beer cold and fresssshhh…” The big man spoke like a snake. He reached for the man in red’s shoulder and all of the onlookers sucked in a heavy breath as they awaited the end result. Before the hand ever touched his shoulder the man gripped Johnny’s wrist and twisted it as thought it was made of paper. Through out the bar and even outside everyone was able to hear the audible cracking that came his wrist. The man in red lifted the gargantuan Johnny up and across the bar into the mirror over the bartender’s head. Who, thankfully the man in red thought, got out of the way. The other man, Jimmy, lunged for the man in red. He side stepped then rammed his fist into Jimmy’s face, crushing all hopes of ever winning a pageant.

                                    The man in red stepped over the convulsing body and walked up to the small fat man. “No…No! Get back….I-I’m with the Dragonets! They’ll kill you for this treachery!” he was lifted up off the ground to look right into the man in red’s eyes…so full of hate and anger the small man pissed himself. The man in red looked down then back into Pasty Phil’s eyes. He drew his head back and slammed into Phil’s face. Blood flooded down the man in red’s face but it wasn’t his.

      The bartender stood up and threw him a towel, “Sorry ‘bout that, Rocco,” The man in red wiped his face and hands clean of blood and bits of flesh, bone and tooth. His voice was that of a million angels. His red hair was still pointed up and not a single bead of sweat fell from him during the entire ordeal.

      The barkeep set a new beer down on the bar and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to meet those dolts! But no big deal, at last someone stood up to them.” Rocco sat across the bar from the man in red. “You know…thanks fer that John.”

      Johnathan turned toward the man. Rocco was still tall even for his age and as strong as he was in his youth. At sixty-seven he still had the orange hair that was favored by the GPF. “Thanks Rocco. But please call me Red Dragon when in public…ha…Hey I’ll take this up to my room. And don’t worry ‘bout their bike. I’ll take it. Just call the Guards an’ tell them that these don’t deserve a grave or a burning” Johnathan Matix grabbed his overcoat and beer in one hand then pulled in one of the new tavern ‘entertainment’ girls on his way to his room. Surely even he deserved a…nice and quiet…evening on the mattress like all of the other guys going up stairs…

 

July 24, Tuesday

(Johnathan’s Birthday)

 

John threw his satchel of clothes into the seat of the sky-bike. Good thing these ignoramuses landed here, now he had a ride off this rock. Just last week his own personable sky-bike was jacked…most likely by the Bo Delgado Family. They were a local mob trying to get back on top after John and a few friends took their heads out and most of their soldiers just happened to ‘disappear’ at the same time as the Family’s fall…oh well no chip off his shoulder. As he looked at the beast of a sky-bike he noticed a thin silver strip going along the right side of the bike. Some brave fool keyed it…he wouldn’t be around long if the Family was still in power. John slowly got in and tired to find the ignition switch…or at least a key slot! While twisting and turning inside the surprisingly un-cramped cabin John’s elbow accidentally knocked into a button on the side wall. To his displeasure the sudden lift compressed him to the floor. Within seconds normal gravity set as he took the obvious controls (obvious to him now) and turned the sleek but bulky craft towards space…once it was called the final frontier now…it was just another hell hole being filled up by Humans, Zoilotus and Notin Gaels…Only if his fellow Demi Gods were still around…

      Only fools lived in the past and the short sighted look toward the future…a warning siren screeched through the speakers on a grand scale that John almost collided with the ship even as he was warned to its presence. That’d teach one to space out on his way to his ship. Quickly he turned around. The ship in front of him was rather impressive. The Largest Cruiser of it kind and the strongest. Not even the Galactic Police could get near enough to try and capture it. A Red Dragon head was looking out at him from the side of the ship. If he didn’t know better it would have seemed if the Dragon’s head was real…if he didn’t know better. The blast doors opened up as the sky-bike pulled up to it, but the bay was empty except for a small cargo ship and a fighter wing. Maybe someone was home besides him now.                                                                      

He gently set down in-between the cargo ship and the wall. Slowly air was released into the docking bay with a slight hissing sound. Gently as if not to disturb the silence John stepped out and was thankful to finally be on his ship. Reaching in to grab the satchel he noticed that some of the shadows shrunk while others grew…so she really was watching him just as Donamic had told him…

      But why? Was he truly her favorite? Or was the Master making sure that he had no repeats of what happened on Earth eleven years ago…John looked at the five planes sitting on one giant loading and unloading platform. He accessed the access panel of the ship changing machine, or whatever it’s supposed to be called, and had all of the ships placed below deck. As he backed up towards the exit he tripped over one of the bunkers inside his ship, they are spaced through the ship to provide his woman…and men, a place to hunker down and fire back at the enemy if ever so need be. While enjoying the view of the silver ceiling a yellow light blinked in rapid succession at the edge of his vision. Quickly John jumped up and turned toward the light. He reached the light just as quickly as he beat the men planet side.

      Cautiously he keyed the receiver. “…-mission to land!” The transmission was live? But from where John turned up the volume, “Please! I …I beg of you! Allow me to dock…ed medical attention, shi-…of repair.”

      “This OUF Gaijin. I hear you. Coordinate are-“

      “This is private Bullet OUF Snail! I see yo-…......-ing in hot!” The transmission finally broke off. John quickly sent out a warning to all members of the Gaijin. But if they would get here in time before the Galactic Police dogs get here?

      Quickly and with out hesitation John opened the blast doors and almost pissed his pants. Yes, the ship was almost there but…it was also on fire! John turned around and ran for the furthest bunker. Any thing close to the door was about to go up in flames…but what the hell! Let’s walk away from the death slowly, He thought, not like I won’t get hurt! But what the hell!  He jumped over the top of the bunker just as the small private Bullet shot into the bay. He landed on his side as it exploded just on the other side of his meager wall.

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Three medium sized cargo ships slowly pull up to the cruiser incase it was ready to blow. The two fighter wings that escorted the cargo ships slowed as they finally saw why the red alert was sent out but still they fought against their imaginations as to why their Liege would ever send out a red alert. From the west side of the ship every thing looked fine but the closer one approached the east side…even a blind man could see something was wrong even without the unnatural red glow. On the screen inside of the cargo hold on the ships ninety men watched in horror as they came in sight of the bay. It was alight as if hell had finally called for the liege and succeeded. Quickly one of the cargo ships flew in expelling all gases in an attempt to put out the flames. Thirty men jumped out of the first ship as it flew back planet side to gather more men. The thirty men fought back the fire as more unloaded from the other cargo planes.

      One of the pilots radioed those in the bay fighting the fires. “Come on you slugs! We have to find our liege before its too late!” The voice was rusty and deep as if it came from an old man. Even with ninety men fighting there was another hundred and ten waiting to get on the cruiser.                                              

 Slowly the flames ate at their surroundings. Few parts of the private Bullet were untouched by the raging fire. Just as the last little tidbit of fire was extinguished a grating noise sounded through out the entire cruiser. Slowly the only wing left untouched by the flames from hell was lifted till the tip pointed straight up then it cautiously fell to the side and collided with the wall. Five men rushed forward with water and towels. Slowly they backed up as someone stood with a limp form in its hands.

      John lifted the still breathing, yet unconscious, body of a young girl. Her long brown hair covered her face and had enough spare to fall to the floor. Smoke seemed to ooze from his slow walking form but not from the young girl’s… He shook his head and stumbled. None rushed forward as John caught himself. “Scramble two more wings! Man the turrets! See to the wounded…Pops get to the…Pops? Where’s Pops?”

      An old man came forward and in a rough voice answered, “Here I am my liege. What do you ask of me?” He looked at the girl and a spark of recognition went through him but still the name, even where he saw her escaped him.

      John looked down but still could not see anything. “Good, you don’t sound wasted. Get the medics here to now have the Major get the Med Bay ready for injured.” John’s mouth twitched in pain as fresh blood dripped down his back and arm. “Afterwards get to the bridge and take us to Black Moon…The Galactic Dogs could…” John almost kneeled down from the new wave of pain, “…be…be here at any second…”

“…are you sure?” At the look John gave him Pops walked off thinking even in his own ship John wasn’t going to get far blind…”Aye, sir…All get us there faster than thought possible even if I have to get out and push this crate myself…”

      “Sneak! Snake! Tiny an’ Marco! Get yer asses over here!” John took off at a very slow walk not wanting to fall in-front of his men or to hurt this young woman.

      Four men ran up to John and only then did they slow to his pace. Sneak looked at his Liege with guilt. If he had stayed behind as he ought of none of this would have happened. All of the soldiers continued to work with renewed energy as they saw The Red Dragon stand tall.

“Tiny and Sneak, take charge here and clean up as best as possible then send fuel to the Fighter Wings.” John began to walk at a normal pace as he began to see shapes in the whiteness that was his temporary blind cell.

“Snake…uh…take five men and stay planet side until…until…we reach the Black Moon…Marco your with me for the duration of our current situation.” Marco who was built like a tank grunted his acknowledgement and continued top walk with John as the others took off to carry out their orders.

      John was suddenly propelled forward as Marco set his hand on John’s shoulder. “You mustn’t work yourself so hard John.” Marco almost lifted him off the floor and through the Med Bay sliding door.

      The room smelled of disinfectant and starch…but what almost blinded John again was how white the entire place was. The throng of medics rushed them and took the woman from John’s arms and he was rushed into a different room. Not by a medic but by Marco. Over the speakers came a high pitched voice, “Wreckage cleared…Damage assessment coming in now…The entire bay is going to need to be replaced and restocked. Until we our self dock, none can land or take off from the Docking Bay.” There was a click as the speakers were turned off.         

      John looked at the big black shape that was, hopefully, Marco. “What is the meaning of this?” John’s arm went numb then limp, his back was in a constant state of pain and even his coat couldn’t stanch the flow of blood that was ever so leaking from his wounds as though he was one giant, walking leaky pipe. Marco merely grunted and pointed to the small but ever growing puddle of blood behind him and under his left arm. A medic came in to tell them how the girl was but stopped short at the sight of the pooling blood at John’s feet. Quickly the medic motioned for John to take off the over coat and the shirt. John slowly obliged as the medic pulled out some needles, to witch John shuddered at, a but load of cleaning swabs, surgery scissors and one very sharp surgery knife. And, almost as an after thought, the medic pulled out a sowing kit…God, how I hate needles, John thought to himself. He sat himself down and turned his back to the medic.

      “Looks like whatever hit you split you open like a rag doll.” He sliced off the dead tissue and was surprised at the sound of a small groan of pain from Marco. “I’m going to clean this up as much as possible but your going to need a couple of hundred of stitches.” At the turning of John’s head the medic quickly added, “The cut itself runs from the center of your left shoulder blade down to the kidney. And the one on your arm seems to crawl from shoulder to elbow.” As the medic began to stitch another came in and was directed to try and stitch up John’s arm. His hand was black from the ash but the fore arm was burnt and had small unnoticeable cuts all over it. John finally took notice of his clothes. The shirt was going to have to be thrown out because what was once red was now black with blood. The overcoat itself looked slick with blood as through it came out of a bloody shower.

      There came a small snapping sound from behind him and from his arm. Both medics stood back and conversed; first to tell each other that John’s arm was just snapped back in place   as to what pain killing drug should they give him. “Just give me the Bycolean and I’ll live.” John asked for the Bycolean because it was the only drug that worked for his pain any more…fifteen hundred years of life could do that to a man.

Over the speakers came the voice of Pops. “Sir, we have government dogs in our path! And the Second Space engines aren’t fully charged yet. What should we do?” John walked over to the Telecomm in the room and keyed the bridge.

      “Charge the Cannon and await my arrival.” John took off out the door without his shirt. “Come on Marco…I may need someone to…help hold me up right now.”

 

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John walked onto the bridge of his ship and stopped before the Glass. Three Galactic Destroyers blocked their current path. The Fist dissected by two swords was their symbol and it was feared by most but it was such a lousy one at that. He almost frowned with displeasure. Quickly John strode over to the weapons console. He leaned down to look the screen and the woman who was manning the station was slowly turning beat red. “Fully charge the cannon and unlock pods two through five, arm all rounds in each tube. On my mark release cannon fire then count to five before firing the pods.” He patted her shoulder and walked over to Pops. To all those who looked upon their liege looked with heavy eyes. John was pale with dried blood cracking along his back, chest and left arm.

      John’s muscles shook with the effort of keeping him from falling. Pops still did not look at him directly. “Well sir…It seems the engines are only half energized and the cannon appear to be slightly damaged. But only the topmost layers are slightly charred.” The Police destroyers sent a transmission:                                                        

      “Release the woman and we may just let you live to receive the justice that you criminals deserve!” John only smiled. He shook his head from side to side. A holo keypad came to life under his right hand. Slowly he input the course correction.

      “Sir…those lead right into them!” The navigations officer turned to look wide eyed from John to the Police.

      “Yes…I know” The ship jerked to the right as the cruiser was hit by something…unnoticed by their radar? But how…how was that possible!?! “What the hell just nailed us?”

      It was the EMS (Electric Magnetic Sensor) station that responded. “Sir they had deployed LEP (Low Electric Pulse) Mines before they exited Second Space. But only a few weapons could do that…and LEM mines are incapable of navigating out of SS with out the proper tech so…how they got Purple Cobra’s guidance system I have no idea”

      Yes…something wasn’t right…they almost never deployed LEP mines unless…they wanted something so bad that they were willing to kill innocents take their pray live at all cost or if they…they…they hired mercenaries! “Are the Second Space engines ready?” John typed in commands even faster. Something was wrong…”Arm all missiles, open all tubes! Fire on my mark!”

      “John! What’s gotten into you?” Pops gripped the railing placed around the bridge to keep people from falling into the glass. “Have you finally gone mad? You’re sending us right into to them!”

      “Only those gawd damn Galactic dogs would hire them to try and take me down!” Pops only looked confused by John’s answer. “Come on! The damned Black Sun Mercs! The only mercs I can’t stand! And the only ones who can out fly and out maneuver me…” sweet crawled down his body forcing those of the opposite sex to focus harder on their task so as not to stare at his glistening body. “The Black Sun have chased me across have of the known galaxies and almost caught me last time. There is no way in hell that they would strike a deal with the Galactic dogs unless it would greatly benefit them…so what makes them come this time…”

      “Sir! Three groups of five destroyers have appeared unknown target and unknown ownership. Orders?” The radar officer finally spoke. “We’re completely surrounded. Only Second Space can get us out of here…sir.”

      John almost laughed. “Mark!” the entire ship shuddered as the main cannon fired. The blast arched through space aimed directly at the lead Galactic Destroyer. The other ships were of the Black Sun; John thought to himself, even if the radar officer couldn’t tell. The destroyer was hit dead on the nose. The slug fired from John’s ship turned sharply after coming out the other end and went for the second Galactic destroyer. It hit the top of the ship and blew. As the first erupted into spinning shrapnel missiles streak from the lone cruiser. Quickly the other ships released their own missiles and decoys.

      A rip in space appeared before John’s ship. The Second Space generator engines were fully charged and thrown into use without his command? Good…the ship was sucked into the rip and disappeared in-time to escape the missiles.

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August 5th, Friday

Black Moon, In orbit above Eur Nethos.

 

      The black pillow felt so comfortable that John was reluctant to leave when the alarm sounded. He reached over, picked it up and tossed through the door. Form outside he heard on of his guards tell the other that was John’s snooze button. He rolled over and looked up at the ceiling. His bead was black but the walls were red. Red may have dominated the room but black was perfectly intertwined in with the red. The only object hanging on the wall was a large painting of the Battle of Nastros. It was the first battle that Johnathan had led any troops into.

      From outside he heard a familiar voice…on gawd…it was Marco. John rolled his face into the pillow as Marco walked into the room. “Go away” John threw a pillow at him.

      “Sorry John but I can’t.” Marco walked next to the bed. “She’s asked to see you.”

      John sat up. “Who asked to see me?”

      “The woman we saved? Jezz, at least remember what happened last week!” Marco grabbed John by the shoulder and hauled him out of bed and onto his feet. “So get dressed and go meet her in the med bay.” Marco began to leave but turned. “You know…your Capital Ship is due to arrive any day now so…just stay in system until it arrives.” He turned and left out of the door.

 

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John made is way toward the med bay. His body was still bandaged so he only wore a white wife-beater and black pants. Most of the people he passed smiled at their liege and whished him good health. John wished them the same as he returned them the same kindness. He paused at the med bay front desk and waited for Mary or one of the other desk nurses to return. John began to play with a lamp on the desk. A nurse walked by just before he turned it a little too hard and it snapped off its perch, landing in one of the chairs behind the desk. The passing nurse just smiled and tried to stifle a fit of the giggles. John reached over the desk toward the lamp. Just a little more…and…I…can get…it! John thought, brushing his fingers against the edge of the lamp.

      A feminine voice sound just out of his sight. “Why, John! What ye be doing with my lamp?” He looked up at the woman to his side. The white nurse outfit stopped mid-thigh on her and clung to her figure like a glove. Her large breast seemed as if they were trying to pop out of the top of her suit.

      “I see you died your hair again. Red? That’s new for you. I thought you didn’t like red.” John stood back up and leaned against the counter. “Sorry ‘bout the lamp, Mary ...guess there not maid like they were a couple centuries ago.”

      She smiled. “Yeah…wait…what do you mean a couple of centuries? Never mind. Yes. I did dislike the color red, all because of you by the way; however you also changed my mind by having everyone realize that it was red or dead. Anyhow, I guess you’re here to see the woman you saved. Room thirteen-A this floor.”

      John smiled at her then slowly turned toward the hall. “Thanks…and I still think those suits need to be shorter and tighter. They just don’t show enough.” John quickly ducked as the lamp was thrown at him.       

“Make them any shorter and you’ll find that lamp up YOUR a*s!” John duck around the corner as a clip board clipped his ankle. “Damn…looks like I lost some of my aim.” She flexed her left arm and heard the silent sound of machinery as they moved in time with her subconscious.

 

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John walked down the hall with a light limp. Damn her...John thought to himself, she nailed me…now to go along with my list of injuries is damaged ankle muscle. He absent mindedly looked at the number on the passing doors. 5…7…8…9…how long is this dam hallway? 11…13! “Finally!” John opened the door and paused in the doorway. There she stood. Just buttoning her pants and topless. Either it was really cold in here or she was very horny. Her n*****s seemed to reach for the sky. HE tore his gaze away trying to lock onto her eyes. When he found them they were full laughter and curiosity. She walked to the end of the bed and pulled on a tight shirt. This still did not hide her…what’s the correct word…stiffness.

      “Free shows over. Now, who is my savoir?” Her long brown hair flowed down her back and fanned out to cover her rear. Now that he was able to see her eyes they were an astonishing color of blue. The smile she wore was one of seduction with a hint of deadly flirt mixed in.

      John cleared his throat. “I’m called the Red Dragon Johnathan Matix. But you may call me John for short.” He gave her a slight bow. “And who are you?”

      “People sometimes call me Elizabeth A’isha or Beth for short. But my official position is Head of the twelve Generals, Blue Lioness. I was on my way to the Black Moon when the someone shot at me for ignoring their transmissions. Luckily you were there to save me. Now…how ever can I repay your heroics?”

      John flushed ever so slightly. “I’m sure there are many things I can think of…but only a couple are appropriate for such a crossing of the paths of destiny.” John was taken back when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

      “You seriously need to shut up sometimes.” She made to step back but was lifted off the floor and was dropped onto the hospital bed. Their mouths met with an explosion of need and anticipation. He place his hand on her with the intention to rip off her top but was interrupted by Mary.

      “No, no, no! She’s still frail and you shouldn’t even be thinking about f*****g her until your BOTH healed and off your medications! And for God sakes, please but on a better top Ms. A’isha. Or you’ll have this dog after you until her gets you in you birthday suit.” Mary looked down on them with scorn in her eyes and stance. “John if your going to ‘talk’ with her then at least show her the base!”

      Elizabeth’s eyes widened, “We’re at the base? Black Moon? Thank God! Now I can dress in skirts in relatively safety.” She sighed with relief.

 

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John walked down the hall full of new recruits who stopped to look at him with a woman latched onto his arm. More than half of the new recruits were woman, nearly three hundred if what he told her was correct. Even if there was more women then men this time and the next ten times there would still be more men then women.

      “Listen up you pack of pansies. I am your Commander, your General, your Liege or whatever suits your fancy… Personally I like Supreme Commander…anyway you will know me as the Red Dragon Outlaw, Johnathan Matix. This here is the Head of the twelve Generals, The Blue lioness Elizabeth A’isha. Treat her with respect as though she was the deciding factor of your life or your death.” He looked at the assembled throng of fresh meat and waited for them to break under his stare. Many began to breakout with sweet and a few blinked as he seemed to look right through them and into their souls. To them it seemed as if he was spying into the depths of their childhoods trying to find what they feared most. In the end none looked away, so he finally spoke. “It is time for a little field exercise. The last ones left uncaught at the end of the month receive a hefty reward and those that get caught…well…you’ll find out. You have two hours to find a suitable place to hide. And please, don’t get caught…you don’t want to find out what the ‘beating’ feels like.” All of the recruits ran for the surface exits as John reached for one of the few radios on this level. He called up the Recon and Takedown Boyz, or better know as the R.T. Boyz. “Find our little friends and show them the meaning of being a captive.” He hung the radio back up and seemed to relish the fact that he just sent them on a long and dangerous, though oddly funny, trip for a month.

      “Why did you send them away? Is this a part of their training?” She leaned against the wall in a seductive position. “Where are your Lieutenants? I haven’t seen any for my entire stay. And I’m beginning to wonder if this is a one man show…”

      John leaned against her and gently kissed her. She tasted just like sweat honey. “My lieutenants are Pops, Marco and his twin Tiny, Sneak, and Snake. All reliable. They can be cool and fair if one fallows the rules but they sure as hell can dish out a s**t load of pain when need be. Watch out for Sneak. He may go through your stuff looking for any evidence showing that you work for the enemy. Snake is a giant baby. But if you piss him off don’t expect to come off just slightly hurt. Trust me on that. Marco is my head lieutenant and my most trusted. Tiny is Marco’s twin and one hell of a scavenger, he’ll get you a palace on Nitordean for half price if need be. Pops is an elderly gent but trust worthy. He’s near the end of his years through. Four-hundred and seventy-three. If you can find more reliable men tell them and I’ll put them to the ultimate test.”

      “Oh?” Elizabeth pulled him closer, “and what is that? Live with the dogs? Or is it cats?”

      “No. They have to survive a year with me.” He placed a hand on the small of her back and kissed her. He gently stroked her hair and lifted her up against the wall. Her fingers dug into his back slicing open the bandages and adding new scraps to his collection.

      “You know, I’m pretty sure yer not supposed to do that.” Snake seemed to glide out of the room they were leaning against. “If you do that Mary will find out and have yer head for lunch.” His blue shirt was not doing justice to his feminine facial features. “Besides, yer ship you ordered will be here sooner then expected. AND She wants you to be good. Especially if you want to keep your new Capital Ship. The OUF Gaijin II.”         

John gently set her down and walked back till he hit the other wall. He slid his hands into his pockets and looked Snake in the eyes. His look was fierce but just. “Really? They come soon? Good. Now then, don’t you have to lead your R.T. Boyz in a…field trip of…the…interesting kind.” John smiled as Snake shook his head and walked off down the way they just came from. “You can stay until the Gathering if you like…but I’ll be busy for awhile with the prep work.” Elizabeth shook her head then kicked his feet out and ran down the hall laughing. John crawled up the wall until he was steady. His eyes turned a light shade of red as he smiled with satisfaction; he took off like a built after her.

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August 28, 3019

Black Moon Base

 

      John sat in the Shift Manager’s chair inside of the Air-traffic Control Tower or the A.C.T with the afternoon Shift Manager standing behind him. “Who has landed?” John asked the Manager.

      “So far, sir, we’re waiting for Silver Eagle to land with Orange Owl aboard her vessel. Sir” The Manager stood stiff backed and awaited to be addressed again. John grabbed his coffee mug and took a sip of the rich liquid. It tasted better then the mucus they serve during deploys and war, much better.

He looked out at the Personal Craft that was transporting his Ex-girlfriend and his little sister...from an entirely different family. This was going to be an interesting Dinner if all of the Outlaw Generals brought their Lieutenants. John smiled with bestial joy at the thought of seeing Fijii the Gray Wolf again. Last time Fijii tried to over-power John in a wrestling match and was humiliated by having his under pants yanked over his head and tied to his belt. John stood up and walked down the stairs toward the elevator laughing all the way at the memory of him screaming like a stuck pig as his seed holders were unmercifully rammed up his a*s.

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      Elizabeth sat at the left of the two elegantly carved, shoulder height chairs at the head of the elegantly prepared table laden with food from all over the universe. There was a dish prepared by the Gray Wolf’s cooks that looked like spiced road kill with the intestines intact. The only food with its legs and hoofs intact was the Viking Deer. The Deer was the size of a bear and just as mean. From the stories she heard it took the lives of three of the ten man hunting party, just one of the jobs left to the Elite Training washouts who thought they could survive anything. All twelve of the Generals were here at Black Moon Base, not the best thing to do when the planet Eur Nethos was close to a revolt led by the b*****d Zaire Benin. But their leader, SHE, wanted this meeting to happen so the position of Representative to Her could be officially switched. Elizabeth signaled for all attendees to eat.

      She took a steak off of the Viking Deer and cut a piece of the tender, juicy steak and gently took the bite. She rolled her eyes at the flavor and dung in for some more. As she reached for the glass of wine in-front of her she looked out across the enormous auditorium that was currently serving as a dinning room. It was packed full of tables and people. The tables were able to seat six comfortably but they were crowded today with at least ten to a table and all of the male and female lieutenants were laughing a eating in close quarters as if they were used to it and preferred it over eating with space between them and the next seat over.       

      There was a hush that spread from the back of the room by the double doors all the way to the General’s table. A total of nine hundred first through fourth lieutenants stood and saluted as Johnathan walked by them holding a cup of coffee. He occasionally stopped at a table and shook hands or to ask ‘how are you?’ He was dressed in a dark red dress coat with black pants and a dark red shirt to match. His outfit made was in contrast to Elizabeth’s. John finally made his way to stand next to Elizabeth and turned to her a woman wolf whistle.

      “Thank you all for coming. Now sit down and have some fun stuffing your ugly snouts!” John’s roar of laughter was matched by the whole room as they took no offense at what he said. He sat down to a plate filled with meat and potatoes. He took a bite and looked to his right to see that Donamic, the Gold Viking, was drinking a glass of Albino White Wine. The liquid looked as clear as the water. “So Donamic how was the flight? Or should I say the tour?”

      Donamic growled at John, “I should kill you for recommending that I ride with Monique. When I met up with her she took me through out Palace Night-ground and then took time to show me the galaxy…oh and I mean it quite literally.” John stifled a fit of laughter as he finally heard the story first-hand. “Oh shut that unfailing black whole you call a mouth.” And then he added “How does a stupid gang-banger become our Leaders favorite? How did She come to like you the best?”

      John looked at him and laughed. “It’s a secret as to why She likes me and how that happened.” 

“How did one as young as John get to be not only Her favorite but a General also?” Elizabeth interrupted before Donamic could reply.

“Well that’s an interesting story.” Donamic looked at John and he nodded as if to say go ahead. “What I heard was that eleven years ago John saved a newly appointed Sliver Eagle, Lassandra, from a group of burly ‘men’. Its said that he used his bare hands to kill twenty of the b******s before their leader, some guy who supposedly smelled like a landfill, could put his hand up her skirt…can you believe it? Can you believe that it took John less then two seconds to kill so many men? Not only that but six months later he beat that by killing a thousand men in under five seconds. Only a true Demon, an Angel or the extinct Demi-Gods: the Aor and Lor could do what he did…maybe not even as much but hey who knows or cares. Right after that battle he got in the middle of a cat fight between Lassandra and Monique. They were fighting over him. That’s how he got the diagonal scars on both arms. I was there to see that part. Both swords nearly cut through the bone. But still he had the energy, and the blood, to lift them both and bed them at the same time.”

Elizabeth choked on the piece of bisque she was chewing on.

“You okay?” John thumped her on the back to help unclog her throat.

“You bed them at the same time?” Elizabeth was rad at the face, but not because of the choking. “Is that even possible if there are two generals?”

“Hey, We’re two generals. And we’re still able to do it just fine.” John looked genuinely surprised to see Elizabeth’s face turn a deeper shade of blush at the announcement as if it wasn’t common knowledge. “Are you choking again? Or is too hot?”

      “Drop Dead.” She returned to eating at a faster pace.

“What’s wrong with her?” Donamic asked. John just shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat as well.

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A few hours later after everyone had their fill of the dinner and dessert Elizabeth stood and tapped her glass for silence. Everyone immediately sat up and tried not to grunt and groan with effort. She looked across the room and smiled. “Our Leader has requested a change of Representatives. And to honor Her and her decision I propose a toast.” She raised her glass to lead everyone in the toast. “To Her never ending dynasty.” All repeated her words and drank deep from their cups until they were empty.

 “I have agreed to step down from my position of authority and am all to glad to hand it over. He is a qualified replacement if a little young. But a fine man nonetheless. I have Known him for sometime now. And I personally back the decision. All will agree with me that he is suited for the job and he needs the experience.” She turned toward Janeen and he turned slightly pale as everyone held the very breath that they were about to scream out in jubilation at John’s promotion. “Janeen Kiser, Yellow Lion stand now and accept your promotion. For you have truly earned it.” She smiled to salut him. Janeen slowly stood and bowed to the crowed and to the others generals while they clapped unenthusiastically.

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Johnathan entered the gym finding it empty to his pleasure. He locked the automatic door behind him and walked to the closest weight lifting bench gathering weights. He place five hundred pounds on each side of the bar. John stood at the center of the bar, placed his left hand on the bar then breathed in. He spun around with the bar and chucked it across the room while released the pressure in his lungs. A thousand pounds flew across the four hundred yard room to implant itself a foot below the roof two hundred feet above the floor. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so damn strong…John thought, but then I wouldn’t be here…he unlocked the door and left, I should have been born a human. John walked through his bedroom door and grabbed a bottle whisky, then I wouldn’t have celebrated my one thousand five hundred and twenty sixth birthday…John put the bottle back and grabbed an armful of the whisky and a tall shot glass.

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Elizabeth pushed open the door to hear the sound of shattered glass and bottles clinking together. She looked for the only source of light in the room, the fire place. She navigated her way through the mine field of bottles and looked at the couch. John was asleep with his chin on his chin. A half empty bottle stuck in his hands and a cracked shot glass on the end table to his right. Elizabeth sat down next to him then laid her head on his leg and held back the tears. She felt a droplet of water touch her cheek and slide down her smooth face. Looking up into his face she saw he was crying while sleeping. She curled up against his body as his arm draped across her shoulders. There morning found them, asleep in each others arms with tear streaks on their faces and a half empty bottle of whisky on the floor.